I had never been to Boston, but I was pretty sure I wanted to go.
It’s a place that has the potential to make me famous, and that I’m pretty sure most of my friends want to be famous in, if not the most.
And I have a certain level of respect for it that I can live with.
In Boston, I can walk into a bar and get a drink, have fun and have a good time.
But I’m not in the mood to do that every night.
I’m always on the lookout for a better place to be.
In a crowded bar, there are few places that I feel comfortable walking into without my eyes on them.
I was surprised when I saw an ad in The Boston Globe for an attractive woman who was looking for a place to have dinner.
I went, and she said, “Oh, I just want to come over to my house and watch the Celtics play.
And if I do that, I’ll buy me a drink.”
And I thought, Oh my God.
I have an extremely high threshold for attractiveness, and I don’t want to cross it.
I know it’s not a great thing to say, but it’s true.
But I do have some concerns about what the Boston Globe was saying about me.
The Boston Times article said I was in the “mid-20s,” but the ad said I’m in the 40s.
So maybe I’m just too old. I don